Eccar's eyes lingered on the oracle longer than they should have, caught by the strange and solemn beauty of her owl-like form and the quiet strength she radiated.
Then it struck him that staring so intently was likely rude, perhaps even uncomfortable for her.
He tore his gaze away, while hoping that no one would see him staring with strange fascination like someone seeing exotice creatures for the first time.
Krono bowed his head slightly and spoke with an even voice. "Oracle of the Arakocra kind, greetings."
The oracle's golden eyes blinked slowly, a soft gleam within them that spoke of recognition.
She had already known about their coming. Her eyes passed over Krono, then Aesa, then Eccar, lingering only long enough to affirm what she had foreseen.
Then she raised a hand and spoke to the guards. "Leave us. I will speak with them alone."
The guards stiffened in alarm. The captain stepped forward, feathers bristling.
